Stella Blue (Take 2) [Not Slated] [8/7/73]

One, two, three, four

All the years combine, they melt into a dream

A broken angel sings from a guitar

In the end there's just a song, comes crying up the night

All the lonely and vanished years

Stella Blue

Stella Blue

When all the cards are down, there's nothing left to see

It's still that same old song, comes crying like the wind

Down every lonely street that's ever been

Stella Blue

Stella Blue

I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel

Can't win for trying

Dust off those rusty strings just one more time

Gonna make them shine

It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free

There's nothing you can hold for very long

And when you hear that song crying like the wind

It seems like all this life was just a dream

Stella Blue

Stella Blue

Let's listen to it for this end